I recently saw a headline that said a celebrity had died "and 9 others." That is what prompted this poem.
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Who are these 'others'?
What did they do?
When did they become less important?
Where did they come from?
Why are they left being 'others'?
What could the have accomplished?
A lifetime ahead, that they can't live.
No one deserves this,
But even fewer deserve to be
Labeled 'others'
A grandmother who loved her family.
Going to the store to shop.
A big dinner planned for her soldier.
A reunion never realized.
A lady devout in faith.
All she wanted was supplies.
Making crafts for the local bazaar.
New, priceless items
Never to be created.
A man who had no one left.
The end of a family.
A double tragedy only survived by
One single word - 'others'
A father waiting to hear.
His ears open, his mind outstretched.
He'll never know what was said.
But, his family will never forget him.
Then, of course, the precious child.
Smart, wise beyond her years.
She wanted to learn.
All she was educated in
Was how evil this world can be.
These people are not 'others.'
These people have their own fame.
They had lives, wives, mothers, daughters.
Now, all they are is on immortal word
'Others'
The greatest tragedy of all.
Is not the one celebrity.
It's the 'others'
